Although yesterday had really taken the biscuit - 41 degrees or more across the city - the expected Southerly change didn't happen overnight. Indeed it was still 33 degrees at midnight, and didn't get below 27 even early in the morning.
I know - I was up at 5 again. Tom likes to get up early on a warm day.
By the time we were on the 0905 a373 from Randwick to the city, a bus we caught in a rather more exciting manner than was strictly necessary, the young lad had fallen asleep.
He was still asleep when we started to roll through the park. I don't think I've ever walked through Hyde Park so early on a Sunday, and although a few bearded types were lurking about, no-one was actually playing.
So - our first game of Big Chess. I wonder if we could make a Big Chess on our new terrace?
By the time we'd wrapped the game, it was getting genuinely hot again. Izel needed relief.
Terrific light though. SOmething about really hot weather - it's like it burns through the air and strikes the ground in a bolder 'get out of my way' kind of manner.
Art Gallery was delicious, but not as delicious as the Southerly change that's just arrived half an hour ago.